My Little Pokemon Silver Spoon Version

My battle with Erika was rather quick, it was almost like Ash’s battle. I sent out Bulbasaur while Erika sent out Tangela and while Bulbasaur did better with Bullet Seed Tangela still managed to land a Constrict attack and Stun Spore. Unlike her battle with Ash, Erika didn’t immediately swap out Tangela when I sent out Fearow. Battling in the park worked in my favor since I could make use of the open space to allow Fearow to attack Tangela and Weepingbell from the air. Fearow didn’t even faint from Gloom’s stench, instead it took a combination of Gloom’s Petal Dance, Mega Drain and Sleep Powder before Fearow fainted. Weiss and Flora were right to suggest that I send out Misdreavus on account of her psychic moves. Misdreavus was barely phased by the smell and her Confusion and Psybeam attacks dealt a lot of damage to Gloom.

I had earned the Rainbow badge, Flora gave me the TMs for Mega Drain and Giga Drain and we were off to our next gym battle. Flora intended on staying in Celadon City for a while longer, but she was more than happy to escort us out of Celadon. She mentioned that with the gym under repairs she would be hanging around the Celadon Department Store for a while, although I thought I heard her mention something about a game corner under her breath.

“This is the biggest city I’ve ever been to. You can barely even see the sky for all these skyscrapers.” Misty frowned.

Celadon City is enormous, bigger than Manehattan even. Frankly, it’s overwhelming. There’s so many people and so much noise, at the further reaches where the Celadon Gym was it wasn’t so bad, but in the heart of the city it was another matter. I didn’t like it.

“No kidding.” Brock had his own guidebook out, but he was careful to keep looking up and keep track of his surroundings.

“This is the HopHopHop district, it’s the last one you guys need to pass through to leave the city.” Flora said with a hop.

“HopHopHop district?”

“I didn’t name the place.” She said while holding up a peace sign.

Did Discord get to name this place?

“She’s not joking, that’s really the name.” Brock sounded like he couldn’t believe it either.

“Arnold!” We were all surprised by an older woman running up and pulling Ash into a firm embrace.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! You had me so worried!” She cried, tightening her hold despite Ash’s muffled protests.

What?

“That’s not your Arnold, that’s our friend, Ash!” Misty settled the matter neatly.

“Hm?” The lady blinked at us curiously and then took a second look at her captive. “EEP!”

“I’m so sorry for the mix-up!” She bowed profusely. “It’s just…you look like my son from behind and I—!” She cut herself off.

“Is your son missing?” Brock asked in concern. Having raised his brothers and sisters by himself this had to have been a trigger for him.

The lady led us over to a small square and shared her story. Her son, Arnold, had gone missing three days ago. She’d gotten a call from his school that he never showed up for class and he never came home. She filed a report right away but the police hadn’t found anything yet. He was simply gone.

“Could he have run away to become a trainer?” Ash asked her.

“Arnold certainly likes pokemon, but he never talked to me about wanting to become a trainer. I’ve always made it clear that I’d support him in whatever goal he strives towards.” She wiped her eyes. “He didn’t have any problems at school, his grades were good and he had lots of friends, he isn’t a runaway!”

“We believe you.” Brock reassured her.

“Huh, I’ve actually been hearing about that.” Flora admitted to our shock. She pointed at one of the walls. “Look over there.”

The wall was probably used by the community to post job listings or ads for yard sales. But it seemed that everyone had agreed to remove their posters to make more room for the new additions.

Over a dozen posters for missing kids.

“All of them over the course of this past week.” The mother turned away from it, new tears filling her eyes. “Us families of those kids, we’re all so worried doing everything we can to find them, but so far…”

An Officer Jenny pulled up in a motorcycle. With solemn remorse she began putting up another poster.

“Excuse me, Officer Jenny?” Ash’s eyes flashed with determination and he bounded right over. “Do you mind if we ask about these lost kids?”

“I have to get back to the investigation soon, but sure.” Officer Jenny sighed. It must’ve been hard on her having all these children disappearing out from under her watch.

“Do they have anything in common?” He asked as the rest of us joined him.

“Nothing we’ve found so far.” She sighed, leaning against her motorcycle. “They come from different backgrounds, have different interests, and most of them attended different schools. The only thing they do have in common is that they all live in the HopHopHop district now.”

“Please, miss.” Brock fell to his knees, grasping her hand in his. “Allow us to aid in your investigation!”

“At the moment, I’ll take any help I can get.” She roughly pulled her hand free. “Since you’re not police officers maybe more people will be willing to talk to you. I’m heading to the Pokemon Center now to ask around.”

“Then that’s where we’re going too.” Ash nodded decisively.

“You seem pretty gung-ho about this.” Misty commented as we hurried to the nearest Pokemon Center.

“That lady back there.” He meant the sad mother back in the square. “She reminds me of my mom. I know she’d be real worried if I ever mysteriously vanished, so I want to help her find her son.”

“Plus, some of those kids were so young.” Brock grit his teeth. “If it was my own brothers and sisters missing I’d be using Onyx to tear the city apart to find them.”

The Pokemon Center was busy when we got there. Lots of trainers just passing through and even more local trainers hanging out, swapping tips, looking worried. Worried trainers in a Pokemon Center meant only one thing.

Sick and injured pokemon.

Officer Jenny was already going from group to group so we decided to see Nurse Joy first. We found her anxiously studying something on her screen. She was so distracted it took one of us clearing our throats before she even noticed we were standing there.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’ve been rather distracted lately.” She got up and closed her laptop. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“We were wondering if you heard anything about the missing kids.” Ash explained.

“Oh, I keep seeing that on the news.” She slumped a little. “I’m afraid I don’t know anything about them, though I admit I haven’t been paying much attention lately. I’ve been trying to solve my own little mystery.”

“What do you mean?” Misty asked.

“I don’t want to alarm you, but there’s some kind of new illness spreading through the local pokemon.” She informed us. “If at all possible you should keep your pokemon in their pokeballs to avoid getting them infected.”

“Infected?” Ash and Pikachu both looked alarmed.

“It’s not a serious illness, at least not yet.” She quickly reassured them. “But it sets in quickly and no treatment I’ve tried has managed to make any difference.” She looked to Pikachu, perhaps wondering how often he was out of his pokeball. “Has your Pikachu been out since you arrived in this district?” She asked.

“Yeah. Pikachu doesn’t like going inside his pokeball.” Ash swallowed nervously.

“Then it’s likely he’s already come into contact with the illness and just hasn’t started showing symptoms yet.” She stood up. “Please, I beg you, allow me to examine your pikachu! Perhaps if I’m able to catch the disease in its earliest stages then I’ll be able to narrow down the cause.”

“You really think he might be infected already?” Ash held Pikachu closer.

“At the very least, he’s probably already come into contact with it.” Her tone softened. “No pokemon has died of it yet and it’s not a painful illness. So please,” She bowed deeply at the waist, as formal as it was possible to be without getting on the floor.

“Piiikaa.” Pikachu licked Ash’s cheek. “Pika, Pikapi.”

“…Alright, you can examine Pikachu.” With Ash’s agreement, we were led into an examination room. It was already occupied by several pokemon but none of them looked to be in any shape to protest intruders.

“The main symptom is extreme fatigue.” Nurse Joy explained. “These pokemon are the worse off, so I’ve been keeping them in here to constantly monitor their vitals.”

“I didn’t hear anything about any new disease before we got here. How long has this been going on?” Brock frowned deeply. He reached out to comfort the Cubone lying forlorn on one of the beds but then must’ve thought better of it.

“The first cases showed up last week. At first I thought their trainers were just pushing them too hard,” She gently took Pikachu and set him down on a free bed. With rubber gloves she started feeling his cheek pouches. “But their pokemon didn’t recover. They’re tired and listless but have trouble sleeping. And when they can sleep the poor things are plagued with nightmares.”

“Shouldn’t there be some sort of quarantine in place?” I asked, the first time I’d found my voice in a while.

“Once I realized it was an illness and not just over-training, I did put up a brief quarantine and examined the pokemon in every way I knew how.” She nodded and then put two cables up to Pikachu’s cheeks. “But no matter how much I looked I wasn’t able to find any trace of illness. I checked for parasites, I tested their saliva, and blood. And in every pokemon I’ve examined, I’ve found nothing. All the tests say they should be perfectly healthy! But they’re not.”

“Pii…yaaaawwnn…” Our eyes locked on Pikachu. “Pika?”

“Pikachu, how do you feel?” Ash leaned down.

“Pika, pika pikachu.” He rubbed his eyes.

“As I thought, he’s in the earliest stages.” Nurse joy took a seat.

“Nurse Joy, could I have a moment of—!” Officer Jenny looked surprised to find us all in here. “What’s wrong?”

“Pikachu, and all these other pokemon, they’re sick.” Ash gently picked up Pikachu and cradled him in his arms.

No physical trace of illness except for the fatigue. Characterized by insomnia and bad dreams? I’ve heard that Princess Luna could enter ponies dreams from the CMC, but could there be a pokemon that could do the same thing and cause nightmares instead of getting rid of them?

“The cause must not be physical.” Weiss stated loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. “It must be the work of an angry Darkrai or upset psychic pokemon in this area?”

“A Darkrai?” Ash automatically reached for his pokedex but Pikachu protested the movement.

“Darkrai are legendary pokemon from Sinnoh that are known to cause bad dreams in other pokemon.” Flora explained while giving Weiss a look. “Psychic pokemon can do that too, but unless everyone managed to upset the same psychic then this isn’t a targeted attack.”

“Well, I’ve never heard of a Darkai.” Officer Jenny crossed her arms. “But if it’s a legendary pokemon from a different region then surely someone must have spotted a mysterious pokemon skulking around the city.”

“Right. That’s why I think it’s more likely to be a psychic pokemon instead.” Weiss insisted.

“What do you mean by saying this isn’t a targeted attack?” Misty asked.

“It’s more like a ripple or cascade affect. Which means that, whatever psychic pokemon may be causing this, it probably doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t know?” Officer Jenny focused intently on Weiss. “Can you be sure of that? Because if this is some kind of attack then there’s going to be legal trouble for the pokemon and possible trainers involved.”

“I’m sure. If it were on purpose it wouldn’t be so widespread. It might be a case of power incontinence. A psychic pokemon might have evolved recently and doesn’t know how to control its new power, so psi waves ripple outward without any control and hit pokemon in the surrounding area.”

“If it’s psi waves causing trouble.” She snapped her fingers. “Then I’ve got just the thing!”

The thing turned out to be a piece of equipment in her motorcycle. It was some sort of radar with a clunky antennae and a variety of knobs and buttons.

“This is a top of the line Psi Detector.” She held it up proudly. “Made by Silph Co. They just came out of beta a few months ago. If there’s an angry or out of control psychic around, this will tell us how to find them.”

Top of the line? What kind of range could something like that even have?

“It’s getting something!” Officer Jenny was officially the happiest we’d ever seen her. It probably felt good to be making progress on at least one case.

We followed the radar to one of the taller skyscrapers. The strength of the signal didn’t change when we circled the building so we entered. Officer Jenny led us to the elevator, reasoning that if they passed a floor and the signal started to dip that would give us a better idea on where our target was.

But as we climbed the signal only grew stronger.

“Whoa!” We went all the way to the roof. It was almost like we’d left the city entirely and stumbled upon some country mansion. Yes, we could hear the traffic and crowd way down below, but it seemed much more removed up here.

It reminded me of Pokemon Tech, only even fancier. Ash was psyched to catch the culprit and he sprinted for the door, keeping low and ducking to the side so no one would see him from a window. He pressed his ear to the door and motioned for us to follow him.

There were people inside. I heard them as we drew close. We exchanged looks and I subtly tested the door handle.

“Locked.” I reported to Officer Jenny.

“I don’t have a search warrant, but if they’re involved in any of this I don’t want to give them a chance to hide anything.” She grimaced. “We’ll break the door down.”

Nodding, Ash and Brock positioned themselves at the door.They both aimed their kicks close to the handle and they leaned in with their full body weight. The doors slammed open.

“This is the police! Nobody move!” A flash of light and a Growlithe was in the room with us, acting as crowd control.

We must have arrived in the middle of some sort of party. Everyone was dressed up in fancy clothes and jewelry. Some of them were carrying wine glasses.

But the most interesting part was that at the center of the room was a table with a pair of pokemon on it.

“I say, what is the meaning of this?” One fancily dressed man walked up to us. He was keeping a close eye on Growlithe and had his hands fully visible.

“We are investigating the source of a psychic epidemic in pokemon as well as a serial kidnapper.” Officer Jenny stated brusquely. “We’ve traced powerful psi waves emerging from this point.”

“Psi waves? Do you mean from Drowzee and Hypno? How could they be involved in an epidemic?” He looked aghast at the very notion.

“Excuse me, sir?” I stepped forward. “In the nearby Pokemon Center, pokemon by the dozens are suffering from extreme fatigue due to the ambient psi waves produced by your pokemon. Can you tell me if your Hypno recently evolved?”

“My word.” He reached for his pocket then thought better of it when he looked at Growlithe. Slowly, making sure not to alarm the fire pokemon, he drew out a handkerchief to mop his brow. “Yes, Hypno evolved from a Drowzee just last week.”

“Last week, the same as when the pokemon started getting sick and the kids started vanishing.” Flora cupped her chin thoughtfully.

“Please, feel free to search the whole premises but I swear to you I have nothing to do with the missing children!” He quickly defended himself. “I am Romain B. Devall, head of the Pokemon Lovers Club.”

“I have reason to believe the epidemic was not caused by malicious intent.” Though I noticed Officer Jenny didn’t mention anything about the kidnapping not being malicious. “If you don’t mind, I would like to search the premises, just as a formality.”

“Of course.” He bowed, first to her and then to her Growlithe.

“You kids, wait here and ask a few more questions. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She told us.

“Yes, Officer Jenny.”

That settled, Weiss walked up Drowzee and Hypno. Both of them met her eyes evenly. I dare say they even looked…surprised?

“Hello. My name is Weiss.”

“Young miss, you say these psi waves are making pokemon in the city ill?” Mr. Devall asked me.

“Yeah, even my Pikachu and we only got here today!” Ash grumbled, pulling off his backpack. Pikachu was curled up inside, sleeping but not peacefully. Every now and then he’d spark, which was the only reason Ash wasn’t carrying him directly in his arms.

“My word, how dreadful.” He looked truly sorry to hear it. “Please accept my humblest apologies. I’d never dream of hurting a pokemon intentionally! And if my Hypno has caused such problems it is fully on me as his trainer to take responsibility.”

“No pokemon have died yet so there aren't any legal consequences just yet.” I coughed awkwardly at Weiss’s statement. “Hypno, can you feel the psi energy we’re talking about?”

“Hyy.” He nodded, turning his pendulum over in his hands.

“And this started after you evolved, right?” Another nod.

“Okay, so you and Drowzee don’t have any older psychic pokemon friends to teach this to you.” For a second, Weiss closed her eyes.

“Does your friend train psychic pokemon? Trainers with psychic pokemon are so rare in this area, I was quite fortunate to be given their eggs as part of a business deal a few years ago.” Mr. Devall asked as he stared at Weiss.

“The only psychic pokemon Weiss should have is a Starmie.” Flora admitted thoughtfully.

“Is she speaking with them mind to mind? Is your friend a psychic?” One of the rich spectators asked.

None of us answered. Maybe Ash, Misty and Brock wanted to respect Weiss’s privacy, but I wasn’t sure about Flora. Weiss and Flora could be cavalier about revealing certain things, but they were still keeping things to themselves. I, for one, still remembered what Weiss said back in Saffron.

Could be Psychic. Could be magic.

“Weiss, are you okay?” Brock’s hand was on her shoulder.

“I’m fine.” Everyone was staring at her.

“You looked like you were in a trance.” Misty’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

“Not a trance. I was showing them a trick to keep their energies from spilling out in waves.”

“Everything alright in here?” Officer Jenny came back at a jog. “My detector told me the psi waves just stopped.”

“Hypno didn’t mean to.” I rushed to explain. “There just weren’t any older psychics to teach him how to control it! He, uh, probably would have figured it out himself, right Weiss?” I glanced at Weiss who nodded in agreement.

“Maybe in a few more weeks but we don’t have that kind of time.”

“Mm, well, I’m sure so long as all the pokemon at the Center make a full recovery there won’t be any charges over this.” Officer Jenny sighed. “But that still leaves the case of the missing children unsolved.”

“Actually, I have an idea.” Misty raised her hand. “Weiss, Hypno’s psi waves were affecting all the pokemon in the nearby area, right? So is it possible the psi waves could affect certain people too?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what if we got Hypno to do the same thing, but as a targeted attack on just one person? Then we follow that person to lead us to where all the kids are.” Misty grinned.

“Risky.”

Wasn’t that an understatement? What if Hypno couldn’t undo it?

“Drooowzeeee.”

“Hyyypno.” Hypno held up the pendulum.

“I’m not afraid.” Still, Misty made it a point to hand her bag and trainer belt to Brock, just in case. The members of the Pokemon Fan Club got a chair for her so she could sit directly in front of Hypno.

“Hypno, hypno, hypno.” The pendulum swung slowly back and forth. Back and forth.

Misty’s eyes began to close.

“Hypno, hypno, hypno.”

Snap.

“Seel seel. Seel seel.” We startled as Misty began clapping. Before any of us could react she was up and running for the door.

“After her!” Officer Jenny shouted.

“Ah, sir, could I borrow Hypno and Drowzee’s pokeballs?” I jogged in place.

“My dear, I’m coming with you!” Mr. Devall produced two pokeballs and we rushed to chase Misty. She had gone for the stairs, closely followed by Officer Jenny and Ash. The rest of us opted for the elevator.

We had to chase Misty for a while. It led to some interesting observations. She seemed to have no awareness of herself as a human being, acting totally as a pokemon lost in the big city would. She was trying to find someplace without any humans, dodging traffic and people as she went. We had a few close calls until Officer Jenny radioed her fellow officers to cordon off the streets.

“Is that a…park?” Ash was panting for breath.

“Celadon Memorial Park, it’s kept as…a nature reserve for…hah…pokemon!” Mr. Devall could barely keep up with us.

“People aren’t usually allowed beyond the approved trails.” Officer Jenny continued for him. “See the fence?”

We saw the fence. It was a big, twelve foot chain link fence with electricity running through it.

“Misty, stop!” Ash tried to put on a burst of speed to stop her.

“Seel seel. Seel seel.” Misty ran along the fence until she found a drain and crawled through.

“Looks like something cut these.” Brock made a visible effort not to double over as he caught his breath.

The drain bars were cut, rusted away in a manner that me think of a water pokemon’s attack. Water and fire pokemon working together would be able to get through this.

“Darn it, that means trainers have been sneaking in here again!” Officer Jenny cursed. “I’ll have to get someone to guard this spot until we can get it repaired, but that’s for later. For now, we have to keep following her!”

We lost Misty through the trees but it didn’t take long for us to find clues. We found discarded shoes, a shirt, a hat, backpacks and books, signs of the other kids. We followed them to what must have been the center of the park.

“Magikarp. Magikarp.” A young girl was splashing in a puddle, genuinely acting like a magikarp.

“Caaaterpie. Caaaterpie.” A younger boy was nibbling on a leaf.

“Gloom. Gloom. Gloooom.” There was a girl acting like a Gloom.

“Seel seel. Seel seel.” Misty was sitting by the water, clapping her hands.

“They’re all really acting like pokemon.” Officer Jenny’s jaw hung loose. It only took a moment for her to start laughing and crying in relief. “They’re here! They’re all here! Thank goodness!”

“Sir.” I nudged the gentleman.

“Oh yes, right!” He called out Drowzee and Hypno. “Drowzee, Hypno, please return these children to their right minds.”

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” A voice coming through a megaphone scared us all out of our wits. The kids scattered, running for hiding places as three shapes came circling down from the clouds.

James, Jessie, and Meowth on paragliders.

I wasn’t even surprised. We did all that running around to solve the twin mysteries and of course Team Rocket made their daily appearance. At this point it was just part of the regular routine, with one minor exception.

Pop.

“Leaf Storm.”

“Prepare for troublaaaAAAAHHHH!”

“And make it dooooAAAAAHHH!”

A cyclone of glowing green leaves threw them back up, bending the frames of their gliders in the process, in response to Bulbasaur’s call.

“That’s for blowing up the Celadon Gym!” Flora shouted out at Team Rocket as they faded into the distance, arm raised and shaking in their direction.

“Wow, you sure handled that quickly.” Brock stared in shock.

“Yeah, well, they deserve it.” Ash crossed his arms. I didn’t say anything to contradict him.

“Ahem.” Mr. Devall got our attention. “Drowzee, Hypno, if you would please?”

Of course then we had a dozen or so kids of varying ages suddenly waking up in a place they didn’t recognize, surrounded by strangers. The youngest ones couldn’t even look on Officer Jenny with relief. The little girl who’d thought she was a Magikarp had screamed and clawed so fiercely that we couldn’t do anything to soothe her.

Pikachu woke up around then and allowed some of the more nervous kids to cuddle and pet him with good grace. Ash would pick him up for a breather whenever he noticed Pikachu’s cheeks sparking. I let out Cleffairy and Eevee to soothe the Magikarp girl and the two turned out to be really popular with the little kids. Then we just had to wait as Officer Jenny radioed her station and informed them that all the kids had been found and to please contact their parents.

We got to see the same lady who’d drawn our attention to the problem again and her reunion with her son Arnold.

“I’m glad everything worked out okay.” Misty sighed as we gratefully passed the last child to their relieved parents. I was holding Eevee now, counting my breaths to avoid tearing up in front of everyone.

“Yeah.”

“Oh Mary, I’m so glad you’re safe!” The mother of the Magikarp girl was crying. The dad too, both just holding her even though she was still soaking wet and covered in mud.

None of the kids, Misty included, remembered what happened. They’d all need to be checked out at the hospital since they’d been following a pokemon’s diet as closely as they were capable of, but no one appeared to be seriously sick or hurt. Just extremely hungry.

The parents were crying as much as the kids and…drat!

“Vee?” Eevee pawed his way up to my shoulder to lick away my tears.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I assured him.

“Sarah?” Ash turned his head.

“Just…a little emotional is all.” My cheeks burned. I turned away to give myself a little more privacy.

“Sometimes happy endings call for a few tears.” Brock spoke wisely.

We got a ride with some police officers back to the Pokemon Center. It was getting kind of late and we figured if we were still in town we might as well try to get a room at the Center.

Should’ve known the lobby would be filled to bursting with overjoyed trainers and their recovered pokemon.

“Nurse Joy, I’m glad that dark cloud has vanished from over your lovely head!” Brock gripped her hands in his.

“Can it!” Misty yanked him back by the ear.

“Yes, all the pokemon have made full recoveries.” Her face fell. “Well, almost all of them anyway.”

“Almost?”

“Come see.” She invited us back to an observation room. There was only one patient inside, a lone Psyduck holding its head and sighing as it stared blankly ahead. “This one is still in pain.”

“That’s a Psyduck. They’re always like that.” Weiss explained.

“Huh?” Ash wrinkled his nose. From his pocket came the pokedex. “Psyduck: The Water Fowl pokemon. This pokemon suffers from chronic headaches. When these headaches worsened this pokemon can sometimes exhibit strange powers.”

“Mhm.” Weiss nodded along with what the pokedex said. “They have psychic abilities, not as much as a Psychic type but pretty strong.”

“Really? It doesn’t look like much.” Misty walked up to it. “Is there even anything going on behind those eyes?”

“Hm, chronic headaches.” Nurse Joy sighed thoughtfully. “No wonder the regular treatments weren’t working. The whole species suffers like this?”

“The headaches go away after they evolve, although there is a medicine for them in Sinnoh.” Weiss reassured her.

“Hey!” Misty’s shout caught us all by surprise. Psyduck had shifted and lost its balance, nearly toppling off the bed if Misty hadn’t dived to catch him. That was thirty pounds of unexpected pokemon though, and it jostled Misty’s bag, causing an empty pokeball to roll out.

Psyduck saw it and jumped out of Misty’s arms, landing on the floor in front of the pokeball.

It…didn’t stick the landing.

Like watching a train wreck or a pegasus dive, there’s just some things you can’t look away from. Psyduck catching itself by accident is just one of those things.

“What? No!” Misty grabbed the ball a second too late to prevent it from sealing shut. “I didn’t want to catch you!”

“But Misty, it is a water pokemon.” Ash held up his pokedex as proof.

“But it…it’s…AGH!” She screamed in frustration.

We barely managed to get a room at the center when Weiss revealed that she had her own Psyduck, nicknamed Donald, after Misty tried to get her to take Psyduck. Weiss’s point that Psyduck evolved into Golduck and that they were powerful pokemon that were well suited to battling got Misty determined to evolve Psyduck. Hopefully she grows to appreciate Psyduck for who he is.

I have top bunk tonight. Our stay in the city is turning out to be a little longer than we’d planned on. Not that I have any complaints.